Composition in the cold wind

In life, work and study, people are always in contact with writing, and people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange with the help of writing. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my composition in the cold wind for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Composition in the cold wind 1 It's another winter, and we have a cold wind season. In this roar, a story echoed in my mind for a long time, which made me unable to let go.

It was a winter, the wind was very cold, and it had just rained lightly. It was gloomy, wet and cold, and my heart was as gloomy and lifeless as this weather. I just took the exam once yesterday and failed. I shook my head and sighed lightly: "If I had been more careful yesterday, I would have been more careful. Almost, almost! " If only I could start over. I stepped on the small puddle next to me angrily, splashing and my pants were wet, and I felt a chill, but I didn't care. Suddenly, I heard a gentle call from behind: "Xiang Haoran!" " I turned around like a rude awakening. It turned out to be Mr. Chen, the math teacher. I gave a team salute to teacher Chen: "Hello, teacher!" " There is still a trace of loneliness on his face. Teacher Chen seems to have guessed my idea. She smiled and grabbed my little hand, warmed me with her hand and said, "Why don't you wear gloves in such a cold day?" What should I do if my hands are frozen? Keep warm! "Teacher Chen gave me a kind look and said," You seem a little unhappy today. What happened? "My face suddenly turned into a big mature apple. I smiled unnaturally and murmured, "Actually, I, I have nothing ..." "Do you think you did badly in the exam?" I nodded and bowed my head in shame. Teacher Chen smiled kindly and touched my head gently: "Don't lose confidence because of one exam. As long as you sum up your shortcomings and correct them, you will make progress! "

Teacher Chen's words made me suddenly enlightened, just like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the cold weather, the world and my gloomy heart. Thank you, Mr. Chen!

Writing in the cold wind 2 people eat for the sky, some people eat casually, some people eat very fastidiously, and I eat very fastidiously. At noon on a weekend, my father cooked a big table of dishes. Hungry, I rushed to the table, but I didn't like anything. Watching my parents eat with relish makes me as tasteless as chewing wax. Dad saw my displeasure and asked me what I wanted to eat. He made it for me at night. I thought for a moment and said I wanted to eat sweet and sour tenderloin. Dad said yes, and my mood suddenly improved, looking forward to having dinner early.

Who knew there was no sweet and sour pork tenderloin on the dining table? My original happy mood suddenly dropped to freezing point. I pouted: "Didn't you say that you would eat sweet and sour pork tenderloin at night?" Why not? Seeing that I was so disappointed, my father said, "This dish is very difficult to cook. If it is not cooked well, it will taste terrible. I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow. "After hearing what my father said, my mood has improved.

The next day, I got up early, finished my homework for the day, and waited for my father to take me out to the hotel to eat sweet and sour tenderloin. Who knows, we went to several hotels in a row without this dish. Helpless, dad said to cook it for me at night, and finally waited until dinner, but there was still no sweet and sour pork tenderloin on the table. I was so angry and wronged that I didn't eat a bite and sat in a chair gloomily. I saw my father shoveling rice and quickly finished eating the rice in the bowl. He put down his chopsticks, got up and said, "Son, I'm going out to buy it. I may not be able to buy it." Say that finish, dad went out. The wind roared outside, and my heart suddenly became uneasy, praying that my father could buy that dish.

After a long time, heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor. I pricked up my ears to know if my father had come back. When I heard the sound of taking out the key at the door, I confirmed that my father had come back. I ran to the door and opened it. I saw my father panting, his hair was messy, and a lock of hair was on his forehead, blocking his view. The father held a box tightly in his hand: "Son, the sweet and sour you want." Looking at my father's embarrassment, I was just sulking and suddenly swept away. I took some hot lunch boxes from my father and smelled delicious food. I couldn't wait to open the lid without washing my hands. I grabbed a piece and sent it to my mouth. The crispy taste spread between my lips and teeth, and I ate several pieces in a row.

The north wind roared outside, and the branches made a "snapping" sound. Enjoy the delicious sweet and sour tenderloin comfortably at home, eating and eating. I seem to see my father walking through street after street in the cold wind and going to another restaurant to buy this special dish that many restaurants don't cook now. I feel a pain in my heart when I think about it. I want to say I'm sorry to my father, but I've said it a thousand times in my heart. In front of my father, I can't say it. I was annoyed by my willfulness just now. I have decided that from now on, I will never be picky about my father's cooking.

Although it has been a while, every time I think about it, I always feel very warm, not only because of the delicious food, but also because of the deep father's love behind this dish.

The composition in the cold wind 3 whoosh-whoosh-the north wind roared, and it was winter in a blink of an eye. The biting cold wind blew snowflakes. Grandma and I braved the cold wind and came to school against the flying snowflakes.

Walking into the warm classroom, I feel much more comfortable. When I started reading in the morning, I found that my Chinese book was missing. I can't find it in my schoolbag. I picked up my schoolbag and poured out all the books, but I didn't find any Chinese books. Rush to the office to make a phone call.

Du, the number you dialed ... I dialed the number again anxiously, and a crisp voice sounded: hello! Mom, I left my Chinese book at home! I shouted at the other end of the phone, and I'll ask grandma to bring it to you right away. Mom hung up the phone as soon as she finished. After a while, my mother called and said that my grandmother didn't answer the phone and might still be on her way home. It makes me stomp my feet. Fortunately, the first class is math, so I'm relieved. But I've been fidgeting all the math class and thinking about Chinese books.

Ding Lingling ... The bell rang. This is really a wonderful voice. I rushed out of the classroom like an arrow, and ran to the reception room. There are still no Chinese books. I waited anxiously there, but grandma still didn't come.

The bell rang, so I had to run back to the classroom. I thought as I ran, if only I could adapt better. I should check my schoolbag before going to bed so that I won't leave my Chinese book at home. ...

Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I saw my grandmother! I saw grandma covering her face with her hands covered with dead vines. The Chinese book was turned over several pages by the cold wind, but grandma still hugged it tightly.

My eyes suddenly turned red and my eyes were moist. Grandma handed me the Chinese book and told me to study hard. Then she turned and walked into Xue Hai. ...

She is short, but she is tall in my heart; She is over seventy, but she is young in my heart. She is my grandmother. I love my grandmother.

In the cold wind of Grain Rain, we experienced another cold winter. The north wind is whistling, and the newly spread world is shivering in the cold wind. A dense and slow snow particle falls with the intermittent north wind and clinks on the glass.

After school, the bell sounds very pleasant at ordinary times, because the cold wind blows a little rough. After a burst of noise, we all shrank our necks, arm in arm, and braved the cold spring to set foot on our way home. Outside the school gate, the number of parents who came to pick up their children increased significantly. Parents looked at the students with thin clothes and had obvious complaints during the conversation. They said that when the children are older, they love beauty and would rather freeze than wear thick clothes ... We also regret our willfulness. We really didn't listen to the old man and suffered in front. It's so cold that we don't talk and laugh as before when we walk on the road, for fear that the hot air will slip out of our mouths.

When I found my parents who came to pick me up, the girl hugged her parents like a coquette and said that she was freezing to death. Then put on the thick clothes handed over by your parents. Boys also obediently put on thick clothes, which are usually considered as burdensome. The school is very close to home, and my parents don't pick me up at ordinary times. Today's weather is special, I still hope to search through the crowd and see if I can find my parents to pick me up. Sure enough, I saw a familiar figure, staring at the students pouring out of the school gate. That's my father, with two umbrellas in one hand and thick clothes on his chest in the other. My eyes are a little wet. I flew there without any ceremony or language, handed my schoolbag to my father, and put on thick clothes. And then merge into the flow of people going home. On the way, we also met many parents who came to pick up their children. Without exception, they all have a thick coat in their hands. Poverty inherits the wind! I hope that from now on, every child can understand their parents' nagging and their pains.

Although the weather is still very cold, I feel very warm now, and this warmth is not only from that thick dress. My eyes are moist, and this water is not only from rain and snow.

Is this growth?

In the cold wind after the wind and rain, you have a long-cherished wish to spend a season in loneliness.

-Notes on Free Wings

In the afternoon, I stood alone on the roof, with the coolness of late autumn and drizzling in the sky, just like a heart connected with smoke and dust, knocking on thorns for a long time bit by bit.

Looking up at my eyes, I suddenly realized that in the vegetable field cultivated by my mother, there was a cluster of bougainvillea blooming in the cold rain. Its purple seemed to penetrate my cold eyes, not far away, not enchanting, but silently blooming with an extreme beauty, nourishing this cold autumn.

My eyes are moist and the cool breeze on my face is brushed away. Let its warmth reach my lonely heart a little.

For a month, I have been wandering in the hospital bed, with backache and stiff spine. Every day, I have to endure the torture of massage, physical therapy and acupuncture, and get close to the bitterness of Chinese medicine every day. I often think that in this world, only suffering can let you know what pain is.

I have always been a bystander of the disease. My father has been ill in bed for five years. I have been watching him, but I have never really understood the pain and hardship of his groaning. My sister has lung cancer, and I don't know how much she hurts like a knife. I have never experienced it, so I don't know what kind of pain it is.

When the disease was imposed on me, my vigorous figure faltered, my flying spirit faded and my eyes were as blue as water. I realized that I was far from being as strong as I thought. Traces of vicissitudes, like vague memories, began to sweep through my mind, and I was extremely depressed.

When loneliness was layered around the warmth and sweetness of the past, I came to the top of the building again, and a spreading purple came out with a hint of purples, like a boat in the stormy waves, happily folded in the dust and met inadvertently.

It suddenly occurred to me that this is my masterpiece ten years ago. At that time, I planted a red plum blossom obliquely next to this purple plum blossom, hoping to really see the colorful prosperity one day. After that, I worked hard to cultivate the hope I planted. I turned the soil and fertilized it in spring and pruned it in summer, but it never gave me what I wanted. This bougainvillea growing in a flowerpot will either bloom with red flowers, purple flowers or not. Her laziness gradually made me forget my attachment and concern for her.

Who would have thought that in this cold season, the watch passed away, the youth faded, and the eyes cast on it were indifferent and sad, but it bloomed brightly and poetically, not elsewhere, in the eyes, in the bottom of my heart, at the moment of missing.

Miss my eyes for a long time, its flowering period is dim, and my beautiful image is sad; When I am distracted like still water, it spits purple and urges red, and Wang Yang is wanton. Does this mean that sweetness and sadness will invade time alternately, and one will always stand not far away waiting for our footsteps?

Perhaps the autumn wind is still so cold;

Maybe the autumn rain is still so cold;

However, close the window, the wind is outside the window, the rain is outside the window, but I am inside the window, and these storms will pass. Just like the bougainvillea in the cold wind, after a long wait, one day, it will naturally and freely reverse its colorful destiny.

When the bell rang in the cold wind, we were still sitting on the teacher's math test paper. Suddenly the broadcast sounded, and everyone didn't want to go to the playground to do exercises because it was too cold. Teacher Liu insisted that everyone go to the playground to do exercises and said that they would take the third science class. "Hey" teacher's life is inviolable, everyone should go to the playground to do exercises!

Unfortunately, when going down the stairs, Yu Jia missed the stairs. Just as she was pulling me, she and I both fell down. Fortunately, I didn't fall down in pain. At this time, the leader and the monitor were about to send Lu to the infirmary, and Zhu Yaping followed. "Zhu Yaping, stop, where are you going to escape?" Don't want to do exercises? Never ... "I stopped her." Hey, hey ... I'll check it out. "I pulled her to the playground.

Yes, why are there not many people on the playground? It turns out that everyone is afraid of the cold, some don't come, some huddle up when they come, and some don't even want to do sports, standing still in one place. "Whoosh ..." What a strong wind. This hateful cold wind is still whistling. It seems that everyone is going to freeze. "Cold ... cold ..." My ears are constantly intertwined with this meaningful tone. Even the teacher is skipping rope, and the teacher is calling cold. The headmaster told everyone to do exercises hard and jump up. Oh, after listening to what the headmaster said, I'm really much warmer after doing this, and I don't seem to feel the cold wind whistling. After a while, I stopped. "Tribal tiger …" The cold wind kept barking like a roaring lion, freezing everyone into statues. Until the end of gymnastics, the cold wind kept shouting.

Hum, this hateful cold wind makes everyone turn blue and can't move. I didn't know until later that today is 65438+February 22. Hey, isn't it a slight cold today? Slight cold is really cold!

"Composition in the Cold Wind 7" papaya tree has no leaves in the cold wind, and the once green branches are young people with heavy makeup.

On the branches of the cold wind, a few dark yellow papayas hung, like swaying copper bells, tinkling farewell.

I stood under the tree, learning the posture of papaya tree, and experiencing the feeling of being whipped by the cold wind.

I think time is a magician, making life come and go unconsciously.

Is your memory one cold wind after another?

In the face of the cold wind, do you quietly open a window that has been closed for a long time and look at the quietly changing scenery from another angle?

Alas, life is just a process, maybe it is a combination of fallen leaves and bloom, or it may be papaya tree around me.

The experience of this tree, like me, is the result of natural selection. Good and evil, beauty and ugliness, strength and retention are all forms in the process of natural selection, just like leaves.

So, I want to say to you: No matter what the situation is, you should calm your heart. Because as a person, as a kind and diligent person, you should not feel guilty.

I want to say to you: all the results will be determined by the inner strength, just like papaya tree, which has no leaves in the cold wind, but still stands upright.

Composition in the cold wind 8 Taiyuan in February, it is the cold wind that is fierce. Walking on the road, I wish I could curl up into a ball. But in this cold wind, I saw a red figure.

Grandpa stood at the crossroads, holding the sign of "Example Lei Feng" in his hand, wearing a red coat and waving a flag in his hand. While directing traffic, he is still popularizing some knowledge to passers-by. Look at his temples. Sweat has seeped out, but he doesn't care about it and keeps busy. Walk back and forth from time to time, look up at the traffic lights and see if there are any pedestrians who are going to run the red light. I don't even have time to drink some hot water to keep warm.

At this moment, a red car tried to run a red light and turn left. Grandpa rushed up in three steps and stopped in front of the car. We were all startled. The owner realized his mistake and stopped immediately. Then grandpa went to the front of the car door and began to educate the car owners about safety. "You young people are too impatient now. If something happens accidentally, have you ever thought about your parents ... "I saw the young man hang his head in shame through the window. Grandpa went on to say, "It's good to know you're wrong. It won't happen again. " Then he went to the middle of the road to stand guard. I looked up at grandpa, the figure, very tall.

According to people nearby, this old man has been a volunteer here for several years. No matter how bad the weather is, he will stick to his post and be serious and responsible for many years. It seems that once, grandpa had some problems with the driver because of something, and he was almost beaten. Everyone thought that he would not come the next day. However, no one expected to see him again in that familiar place the next day. In this way, I have been insisting for several years, rain or shine.

I looked at the figure beside me and felt admiration in my heart. That thin figure is getting bigger and bigger in my eyes. This spirit of serving the people made him forget the cold and warmed everyone.

Just when I wanted to stop and watch for a while, the green light came on. I had to cross the road with everyone, but in front of me, I still saw the red figure.

Note after writing: I noticed this grandfather a long time ago. I started taking preparatory classes last summer, and he is still working in obscurity. I admire him very much.

Composition 9 in the cold wind worked hard all afternoon, and finally came to an end when drawing the last full stop. I relaxed my muscles and pushed open the closed window. As soon as I opened the window, the bright light outside the window made my eyes a little hard to open. What a lovely winter! I really don't like it.

When I was rethinking winter, I suddenly saw some gorgeous kites falling from the sky. Kites don't belong to this cruel winter, do they? Why are you here now?

Who flies kites in cold winter? I must investigate.

"Sister, do you also fly kites?" A little girl looked at me innocently and gave me a ball of thread.

I came to my senses and asked in wonder, "How to fly a kite in winter?"

She pouted in confusion and said, "Why can I only fly kites in spring?" ? Look, what a beautiful day it is today. Wan Li is clear. "

After hearing what she said, I found myself narrow-minded. Yes, why can't we fly kites in winter? In fact, what about spring and winter? The child's heart has already crossed the limitation of time and space. There is eternal beauty in their hearts.

Isn't the pursuit of people the same? Why should we care about the limitation of time and space? 、

The human body is fixed and cannot go beyond the tunnel of time and the limitation of space, but our heart can get rid of the shackles of time and space and is inclusive. Because the heart is infinite. Isn't this kite just a heart and a ray of love?

Forget the unique cold in winter, get out of the narrow world, untie the heavy thoughts, fly the kite of your heart and let it fly forever.

I saw a group of children flying kites at dusk in winter.

The composition in the cold wind 10 "Hoo-"The wind is blowing hard, the sky is gloomy, the branches are swaying, and the cold wind is biting. I'm going home after tutoring.

My mother walked quickly with a big umbrella around my waist. Entering the gate of the community, I saw a familiar figure-a cleaner. She wore a thin raincoat and hat, and took a broom and dustpan to clean up the fallen leaves blown by the cold wind. I stood there, looking at the water on the cleaner's head, not knowing whether it was rain or sweat. She looked up and her face was wrinkled, which made me feel particularly uncomfortable. Why is she suffering in the cold wind at her age? Mother whispered to me, "Let's go, it's raining heavily!" " "I stared at the cleaner silently and didn't speak.

She stood up, straightened up and walked slowly to another place.

"Wow!" It rained harder, the wind blew harder, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder. The cleaner's hat was blown away, and she struggled to catch up, but the hat was blown away, and she dared not take it back in the windward. She looked depressed, and the heavy rain soaked her hair. She looked at the hat and sighed again. But she still didn't stop working, but silently swept the floor. I asked my mother, "Why doesn't she rest?" My mother said, "Because that's her job." I listened to my mother and looked at the cleaner. She also bent down to sweep the floor, which made me very sad. Back home, the busy figure of the cleaner has been echoing in my mind.

Ordinary cleaners, facing the wind and rain every day, serve us selflessly.